Neener-neener, I'm the winner

I'm trying to be a good sport, but I just can't wipe this big fat grin off my face.

DH and I have a standing date to play Trivial Pursuit on Sunday nights after the girls have gone to bed. We have, since beginning this tradition, played four games. And I am the four-time Trivial Pursuit CHAMPION.

Oh, yes. I'm on a streak. Roll that lucky die and pass me another pie piece, baby!

It surprises me every time. Even back in the day when I was smart, it wasn't the sort of detailed minutiae smart required to win a game like this. And DH, well, he's amazing! A doctor, a pharmacologist, a freaking PhD who knows stats and scores for 30+ years of sports (including sports he never played and doesn't actually enjoy) and the words to every song ever written.

And yet, who's the winner? That's right, kids. Say it with me: RCH is the winner. Every dang time.

This despite answering the question, "What does the letter R stand for when imprinted on automobile tires?" like so: "Uh.... Round? No, wait-- Rubber!" (For future reference, the correct response is radial.) And guessing that the Italian team was allowed to bring wine to the 1932 Olympics in Los Angeles, despite Prohibition, instead of (pay attention, here's the correct answer) the French. (I figured if it had been the French, they'd have brought champagne.)

Apparently it pays to know your trashy celebrity news (I knew that Kate Moss was the poster child for the waif look of the early '90s) and your UN Secretary Generals (thank you, Boutros Boutros-Ghali, first African-Arab to have the job!). Sports & Leisure tripped me up, as it always does, but I correctly guessed water polo (don't remember the question) to earn my green pie piece and I knew -- no guessing required! -- that the Charlotte Hornets were the first NBA team to be named after an insect, an answer which won me the game.

The fabulous thing about my streak is that DH has not let me win. He is fiercely competitive. No, no, children, these wins are all mine. I am the QUEEN. (There I go with that big fat grin again!)

As we put the board away tonight, he suggested that maybe we should play Cranium next week. To which I replied, "Bring it on, baby."


~RCH~